"That would be fine for both of us, sir."
"Coming out editorially against that law?"
He wheezed deferentially. "It has some bad flaws, sir. I figured on a write-up against it."
"Make it strong, and I'll take the two pages."
Bivens consulted with the other representative of labor. His eager eyes shone greedily. "How would you like us to put you down, Mr. Judson, for the main speech of the convention? 'Proper Legal Safeguards in Mining,' or something like that?... You know, the front and back pages is more expensive. Say five hundred for the two."
Paul watched their well-fed, ever-hungry faces with mental nausea. "All right."
"You'll make the speech?"
He nodded. "Don't forget the editorial."
As they rose, he lifted his check book with studied obviousness. "If those Socialists make trouble, find out what they want. If another advertisement will handle them——" He did not end the sentence.
He stared after their retreating figures. The spokesmen of labor! A herd of dumb, worthless brutes, led by pig-eyed greed! Promising material to have any say as to the destinies of a country!... Well, Pelham would learn.